Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1887-02-18
"shan't I chop your meat for your

maxim these piesl wish't you hadn't
chopped 80 apple. I've got an oven
iail rolled out, and now l'll make the
inside. Where's the choppin'-trayYo
Did your mother have son .bo ly to
hand her things, or did she get them
hcrsoliF says good naturedly handing
him the tray and chopin knife.
He put all his meat some four or five
pounds, into the tray at once, and began
to chop. lie chopped, and he chopped
and be chopped, aud still great masses
Of whole meat kept coming to the sur
face. After three quarters Of an hour Of
hard work he had gotit so there wasn't
amy pieces more than one and half
inches square, and two inches thick,
though there was plenty that big. Then
lie went for the molus,cs jug.
You amt going to call that fine
enough for the mcatp' says ].
Course it's fine enough" " saws he.
Takes the life all out Of mincc-meat
OF hash or anything, to chop it too
fine p
But jeremiah, says /, 10th to see so
much good meat wasted, 'that won't be
fit to cat. Let me take it;
I'd ather chop than see the pies spoil
ed"
''spilcd!" he cried. "Who's maxim
these pies, Philura2"
Il wouldn't want to swear that any
body was, says /.
you always make your pies too
sweet" he went on, measuring out sugar
BY the teaspoonful. 'NIy mother never
used much sugar" e
Then he poured in two teacupfuls of
cider molasses and a tcacupful of
vinegar. lie liked them real tart, he
said.
Now for spices" says he 'Lcmme
see. She used to put in a lot Of ginger,
Iremember. And thereupon the whole
two-ounce package was cmptied into the
pan. "And cinnamon-ain't we got any
cinnamon sticlSsp
No." says ], you say you don't like
it,"
TITS best for pics, guess, but this
via do;n whcreupon the package OF Gin
nanon followed the ginger. "Cloves,
Q, Fesl Where's the mortar n pestlel'
An u he ground up quarter of pound
of Eloves and stirred them in. NOW,
thd d's all but the raisins. OF no, there's
th, apple" And he showed in the
Clipped apple. "ol yes, bread. My
mo dher used to chop up bread and put
.iir
|"rhat was when she was short of
aplb bles, remarked.
f'Whos runnin' these pics" he re-
pedrted. "Git me some bread, will ycl"
! brought the bread and he pounded
soipe up and stirred it in.
}'Now, guess it's ready" and he be-
gan to ladle it into his under crusts.
'Ain't you going to taste of it and sec
whether it is right" says l. Your
mother used to-"
"Thats so, says he, "and 50 did ],
and want it goodw
lie smacked his lips and tasted, but l
noticed he didn't smack 'em the second
time.
''You ought to set it on fire and cook
it all together" I couldn't help saying,
"Why what's the NATTER jeremiah! !"
The tears was chasing each other down
his hollow checks, and fr minute
was real scairt.
There seems to be lcctlo too much
ginger, he said, blowin' his nose, "but
'I'Il fix 'em. "
Then he went to work putin in more
stuff. A cup more Of cider molasses and
cup more OF vinegar, considerable
pepper, but no salt, two pounds Of
rasins, whole, and the contents of a
bottle of paregoric, see him put in.
Then he went to the sittin room closet
and brought the bottle of brandy keep
for sickness, and put half cf that into the
mixture he was concocting. I looked
horrifcd, indeed, for l never use it in
cooking.
Doctors say mice pics ought always
to hev brandy in 'cm to keep 'cm from
hurtin' folks" says lie; Il don't begruch
little brandy in such good pies as
these"
Then he stirred up the whole mess.
My land There was great chunks Of
meat, and great long strings of it. And
such looking pan of mince- meat I never
secl
But I said nothing as he went on and
filed his pies, and preceded to cover
'em. The crust had got so hard
and stiff he could scarcely roll it
out, but he finally got it down
not much thicker than the under
crust. Without cutting any air-hoes he
covered the pic, tucking in the edge
where it came over and pulling it out
where it came short. Then his pies went
into the oven
He insisted on building up an awful
fire, and in a few minutes the juice of his
pies (his meat was floating around in an
ambulonco of mOlasses and vinegar came
running OFT on the floor. jeremiah
bounded to the oven door, He didn't
look near SO clipper as when he first be-
gan his pies.
Il wish, Philura, says he, "you'd
jest see here a minute. That crust don't
act we'll"
! should say mott The inside had riz
up and was runnin' over all around, while
thick, leathery-iooking substance rose
up in the middle of it, burnt pretty near